There’s not a day that goes by without me thinking, this could have been us.
It’s a cool, breezy morning. A thin man walks briskly besides a short woman who looks at him in a way that only couples do. And I think, this could have been us.
One day, I’ll wake up without regrets. I’ll wake up and I’d meet the day happily. Because on this day, I’d have made my peace with my choices. I’d have made my peace with your choices too. I’d no longer regret what happened between us.